You either love em or hate em, you know who I`m talking about they can go by many different names for example oxygen thief, waist of a set of 8`s or doomers. The matelots who just didn`t have a clue I know one in particular who was asked to go down the fx locker to get the boatswains chair and he came back with the buffers clicky bed. Ha Ha. and the one who we sent up to see the pusser because his bunk light bill was to high. Fond memorys of thick people. Has anyone got s similiar tale?